"When you asked me to come over, I imagined us actually doing something. Not you laying on top of me and clicking away on your computer," Ashton says as he's watching Iris' eyes move as she reads the word on her screen.

"I need to finish some work stuff before we can do something." She glanced at him and felt guilty about not finishing earlier. She definitely underestimated the workload she would have for this interview. "I'm sorry for making you wait like this."

"You're fine, I at least have an excuse to stare at your beautiful face." He reached out and pushed a strand of hair out her face, letting his hand linger a little longer by her chin.

"I've lost track of how many times you made me blush so far," she laughed, pushing away his hand. After about a minute of silence Iris came across a picture on the computer that almost made her do a double take. She looked at Ashton, who she had her legs laid across on, and back at the picture on the screen. Either she was an idiot who didn't even bother to look at the band members till now or she was an idiot who didn't bother to look at the band members till now. There 'Ashton Irwin', the drummer of 5sos, displayed on google and her couch.

"Ashton?" She asked carefully, still looking back and forth at the pictures like she was still not convinced it was him. "Are you in a band?"

Ashton looked over at her and cocked his head to the side. "Yeah, why?" He asked.

She breathed in slowly, taking it in. So she was going to interview her, hopefully, her future boyfriend's band tomorrow and she had to ask questions about upcoming music and act like she's a great fan but never listened to them till that week. Great. Easy. Simple. "I'm interviewing your band tomorrow," she said, responding to him.

Ashton was silent for a moment or two before he spoke up. "So you're an interviewer?"

"Journalist is the more professional name," Iris corrected, "but yeah, interviewing is a pretty big part of my job. This is weird."

"Weird for who? I find this as another excuse to see you," Ashton says.

"I'm researching your band," Iris points out, "meaning that tomorrow I have to act like I'm actually a fan of your work and know about your band."

Ashton chuckled, "well as someone who is actually in the band, I can help you research." Iris shook her head and looked back down at her computer. "Hey, c'mon," Ashton said, "if I help you finish this, then we can go do something fun."

"Okay," Iris sighed, "but only because I want to know what your definition of fun is."